My glass is neither half empty or full
It’s brimming and right at its limit
My challenge each day
Despite what you say
Is to pack life and love in each minute.
How can I rest
When my boy’s made the best
Lego building the worlds ever seen?
When his brother has just jumped
in the mud
And there’s blood
Then chores must
Bite the dust
I won’t clean
I want balance in life
Artist, mother and wife.
What I need is to seek and destroy
Useless jobs, things, ideas,
Get some space into here,
And then top up with pure golden joy.
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